The Stones

Friday, 24 December 2021

Marie, Robin, and Hailey were standing at the foot of the bed with the same concerned face as Papa and I. It seemed like they wanted to help, except they didn't know how. Even if Papa had managed to do first aid by applying direct pressure on his stab wound to stop the blood from coming out, Procopio was getting more pale and weaker by the minute.

Papa had to quickly go out of the room and face one of the cops to confirm that no one was hurt. It was to prevent them from going inside the room. We needed to hide Procopio from them, so he wouldn't be rushed to the hospital. What he needed was home. We needed to take him to his world.

Papa came back with a small bucket of water and a roll of plastic cover that we normally use for leftovers. "I called Justin. He's coming," he said to me then turned his attention to my siblings, "Kids, Uriel and I need to leave and bring Procopio to his home."

"Why not the hospital?" Marie asked.